A Town Of Yellow Houses

Lovely experiences are happening here that I don't have time to write (blog) about. Every available word today going directly into the travel journal, which is growing fatter by the day.

Yesterday my eye caught and held each aqua and yellow door & wall. So many luscious textures and colors! Each one shabbier and more beautiful than the last. A wall. A floor. A door frame. Locks. Iron bars. Handpainted letters and numbers.

Only a small bit of dancing in the video below, but I'm working on a longer one with my STAR. A fabulous hip swinging latin dancer in white pants with a grin on his face. See if you can spot him! Yesterday while walking we turned a corner and right there in front of us a stage of 60-90 year old latin ballroom dancers!

It is late. Or I would tell you about the magical town of Izamal where all the buildings are yellow. Every one. I would tell you about the lovely Mayan woman who came to our home today and cooked dish after dish of Yucatecan food. I would tell you about the latin ballroom dancers from yesterday that made my heart expand so much it hurt.

I have a lot to say. But tomorrow we leave early for another adventure after which I will have 2 lovely empty days to sit and write and think. I need that time to absorb the streets, the people, the things I have seen. I fall in love with places as though they were people. And Mérida is no different. sigh sigh sigh…

Look for my friend in the white pants. I have a much longer video of him to share!

Wonderful walk today…so amazing to see green and I can almost feel the breezes. I can tell you are sinking into this place, your eye attuned to the nuance of color and pattern. LOVE the dancing, in town, in the middle of the day. That makes me sigh…a life where that is possible, where it happens. Thank you Mary Ann, enjoy your time out of time. xo frannie

just what i needed to read this morning. i am so enjoying your latest adventure. mine won’t start til february 15th. i too, will be celebrating my birthday again away from home. i kinda of like it. last year i celebrated all by myself in florence, italy 🙂
have a wonderful day!

Spray paint. It must have made you feel at home. (ha) I know what you mean about falling in love with places; your wonderful glimpses of Merida are so tantalizing. All the color, the green, the breezes and the blue sky. I long to be there. (Today the temp got above freezing for a few hours). Enjoy your quiet days, the perfect end to your love affair with Merida.

Howdy, I'm Mary Ann Moss, the chimp at the helm of this ship. I've been blogging right here for the last decade and exploring the world & driving getaway cars since 1963.